The Slow Breakup
Kelly’s SUV is packed with seventh-grade boys going to their first school dance. Their bodies reek of too much competing cologne, a chemical stench that barely masks the greasy smell of their...
by Woodie Williams
“Are they in yet?”
“Quiet,” I hissed.
I heard movement outside the door. Maybe it was just the wind playing tricks.
“Well?” Jimmy whispered.
“Dude, chill out. I will let you know. Just be quiet.”
By Sarah Jane Justice
The outer suburbs wear a constant dressing of lawn maintenance sounds. Any day not marked by the rare appearance of rain holds the background noise of a lightly whirring motor, blending...
Mat balled the bagel wrapper and tossed it on the table. “Why the fuck did she tell you?”
“I don’t know. We were arguing.”
“The usual stupid shit.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Mat’s eyes...
The Government’s Babies
Anne placed a gentle palm over her stomach with cheek pressed against the cool passenger-side window. Stasia drove, the car weaving the unusually empty streets of suburban Boston. Droplets of late summer...